Novel & Cerita Pinkie Apple Pie My Little Pony

"I'm off, Willow," "Thank you for coming over again, Sapphire," I nodded with a smile. I waved goodbye to the butterfly pixies who were hiding behind plants and trees. They finally revealed their true forms but were hiding due to shyness. I brought them a lot of cherry jam cookies. Apple and I made them together and it tasted so good that I immediately thought of Drix, but since he was in a no-go zone, I brought it to them. It gave me good results as they opened up to me enough.

A smile beamed on Paxton's face. “What is candy popcorn?” Nikolai asked with a tilt of his head, and the fairy's eyes lit up as he began thinking of the colorful candy popcorn balls. “It’s delicious! I can get any color you want! Oh, it'll be so fun! I can't wait,” Paxton said, his fingers swirling in a small circle without thinking, and a small portal forms in front of him on the table. He reaches into the portal and pulls out a red ball of candy popcorn, and happily hums as he bites into it.

If I let him eat these sweets, he’ll have even more, but I figured it’s his special day so I allow him to indulge in whatever he wants. “Which one do you want, sweetie?” I asked him and he’s hard at thought until he points to a picture of what looks like tiny apples covered in chocolate and then decorated with ears to make it look like a cartoon character. It says ‘candy apples’ on the menu and just as I was about to order one, another person comes up to us and the little girl next to him shouts ‘candy apples’ too. “Oh, I’m sorry, but we only have one of those left.” The lady in the store says with a pout.

Lemon pouted and said in her sweet voice. Tracey took a fruit knife and said, "Wait, Aunt Tracey will peel it for you." Soon, Mable and Blair approached with a basket of apples. "Mama, fruity." Seeing bigger and redder apples, Lemon immediately crawled over to her mama and held one in each hand. Blair took off his gloves and pinched Lemon's cheek. "Does Little Lemon want to pick apples?" "Yes!" Lemon's eyes lit up as she pointed at the apples on the tree. "Fruity, yummy."

Sighing, Peach woke from the chair and walked over to him, and Elijah hugged her waist, resting his head on her stomach as he cried, “Tell her to stop growing up.” Even though Peach wanted to laugh, she held it in and patted his back, saying softly, “There, there, daddy bear, she will always be your baby.” The Theme for Piki’s eighth birthday party was a unicorn theme and the huge background of the Maxwell mansion has a potion of it with mini white horses with their mane dyed rainbow colors and a fake horn attached to their head. Another section of the backyard had a baffle table covered in appetite, like colorful cupcakes, cheesy pepperoni buns, chocolate chip cookies, and other snacks.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

she whispered, brushing her tiny nose against mine. “I missed you too, Pixie.” Her eyes widened before she smiled wide. “You called me Pixie, like Tinker Bell.” Having watched enough Disney shows with Piper when she was young, I am proud to say that I know who Tinker Bell is. “Yes, you are my little Pixie.” The training ground stilled, a hush falling over the warriors as they took in the sight of me—Alpha Alec—cradling Aspen and having a conversation with her. “Back to work,” I said, without looking away from Aspen.

Breakfast was a beautiful, syrup-drenched mess. Jade and Alexei shouted over each other the whole time—arguing about whether Pikachu could beat Batman, eating pancakes like wild animals, getting syrup in their hair, somehow. Lorelai announced she was “the pancake queen,” demanded a throne, and we obeyed because no one questions Lorelai in a tiara. Two chairs, a tea towel, and an empty cereal box for a footrest later, she began blessing each pancake with a glittery plastic wand she’d hidden in her tutu like a weapon.

I latch on the plate of Apple pie Leonid managed to make before leaving for his mission of searching for any clue that can lead me to the assassins. Bringing the plate out, I head to the microwave to nuke the pie. I feel the ginger girl’s eyes on me as I effortlessly lumber to the microwave stead. “Don’t you like the pancakes?” She asks. Heck! This little bitch is becoming something else. I think she wants ultimate attention from me but hell, I can’t bring myself to do that with her. I mute while nuking the pie and she just stares. When she has burn out her energy in the stares, she whirl around and zoom off.

"Anyway, I wasn't expecting you to be so dirty." Brick smirked. "Nothing dirty about eating cherry pie," he remarked as he climbed onto the bike. "Best on I ever tasted in a long while...maybe we should add it to the menu at the diner." Layla struck him across the arm and rolled her eyes. "Take me a home perv," she said trying not to smile when he turned around to get the bike started. "As you wish," replied Brick in a charming tone after licking his lips. "Cherry pie is definitely, my favorite flavor."